From Singapore to the World: A Journey of Lesbian Love Across The Globe

Chapter 10: Doris - The Hungarian in Seoul

Doris. A Hungarian based in Seoul, she struck me with her punctuality on our first date—a rare surprise, since I'm usually the one waiting for the other person to show up. When I first laid eyes on her, I'll admit I felt a tinge of disappointment. She was a bit shorter than I'd hoped for, and it was clear from her appearance that she had put on some weight compared to her photos.

Still, I walked up to her and immediately held her hand, and we strolled around like a couple from the start. She led me to a ramen shop she frequented, taking charge of the ordering since I couldn't read Korean. I told her it would be my treat, so I paid for our meal. When she asked me what I thought of the ramen, I told her it was delicious, though in reality, it was the most ordinary bowl of ramen I'd ever had. I knew I wouldn't be going back to that restaurant again.

As we talked more about our lives, values, and goals, it quickly became clear we were on different wavelengths. Our opinions and perspectives didn't align, and in my mind, I could already sense she wasn't going to be a long-term prospect.

After we finished our ramen, we headed to a dessert spot, and this time, she paid for it. The dessert cost about 20,000 won, and she mentioned that it was pretty steep for her since she was used to spending less than 10,000 won on meals. *Below 10,000 won?* I asked, curious. Where in Korea could you find food that cheap? She explained that around her neighborhood, things were much more affordable compared to the pricier areas in the city center.

It became obvious to me that she was struggling financially. She was hardworking but clearly broke. Maybe things would change for her when she found a better-paying job, but at that moment, she was scraping by.

Nevertheless, I decided to give it a try. We continued texting, and through our conversations, I learned that she had never been in a relationship before and had never had sex. In short, she was a virgin. I had never been someone's first before, and I found myself unexpectedly excited by the idea.

We met for the second time with an understanding that we'd go back to my place afterward. Before that, I took her to SolSot—a restaurant that had popped up on my TikTok feed—and asked her to accompany me.

We proceeded to our hotel room after and truthfully, I wasn't turned on by her. Physically, she wasn't my type. I didn't like the way her clit looked, and her body just didn't do it for me. I found myself wondering if she was even into me—she was as dry as the Sahara desert during sex. I couldn't help but question if she might be straight, or if she was just going through the motions.

Despite all that, the sex with her was still better than what I had with Juliette. But here's the thing—I can't seem to stop thinking about Juliette, and I don't even know why. Juliette wasn't a good fit either, and yet, I still have this lingering desire to see her again. Maybe it's because Juliette made me feel important, or maybe it's because she was my first real lust after a year of celibacy. There's this strange attachment I need to work through. I keep asking myself why I'm stuck on someone who ghosted me so often. Juliette's lack of communication skills is a red flag I can't ignore, yet here I am, still holding onto the idea of her.

Back to Doris. We had sex on the second date, and just like that, it ended. There was nothing more to it, no deep connection, no lasting feelings. It was just another fling, another girl, and another chapter closed. I should be used to this by now, right?